I'm whiny.
Feb. 1st, 2009 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsGoddess, I feel like I've had one hell of a day, and yet I have done naught but clean the kitchen, make pancakes for breakfast and a double dose of chicken noodle soup for dinner, and do the monthly warehouse grocery run. A curious case of exhaustion, maybe depression-related, has hovered at the edge of my mind all day.
I've been thinking about giving up writing. I always think about giving up writing, so don't get into a panic or anything. I'm in a rut, you see, unable to write anything long-form without a sudden rush of luck and inspiration, without something going somewhere. I'm lazy, you see, unable to actually sit down and do more than bang out 4,000 words hoping this story goes somewhere else rather than to the same ol' same ol'. I like Ze Frank's "addicted to brain crack" crack, because I suspect that I am, in more than a few ways, addicted to the idea that someday I'll write more than I have.
Of course, reading utter masters like Lopate, DeLillo, Nabakov, and Banks always leaves me feeling empty. Ah, bleah.
I've been thinking about giving up writing. I always think about giving up writing, so don't get into a panic or anything. I'm in a rut, you see, unable to write anything long-form without a sudden rush of luck and inspiration, without something going somewhere. I'm lazy, you see, unable to actually sit down and do more than bang out 4,000 words hoping this story goes somewhere else rather than to the same ol' same ol'. I like Ze Frank's "addicted to brain crack" crack, because I suspect that I am, in more than a few ways, addicted to the idea that someday I'll write more than I have.
Of course, reading utter masters like Lopate, DeLillo, Nabakov, and Banks always leaves me feeling empty. Ah, bleah.
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Date: 2009-02-02 05:57 pm (UTC)